WHEN IT’S TIME TO ROCK
The lights are out, darkness fills the stage,
We’re ready to go, let’s go put on a show.
Are you ready on your drums, ready to go,
The piano man gets seated, the lights are low.
Electric guitar In hand, he Is the music man,
On Bass he Is ready, standing silently on the stage.
Here he comes, the boss dressed all In black,
The stage lights up with color, boom! here we go.
When It’s time to rock, Bruce Is the man for this job,
He takes command of the stage, born In the U.S.A.
A Jersey boy, from the boardwalk all around the world,
Once he was dancing In the dark, now all that heaven will allow.